Despite being incredibly wealthy, I want to be a prosecutor.

In a private room of the guesthouse restaurant, Zhou Hong met Mao Xiaohui, a thin and frail little girl. Her sportswear was a style from several years ago, faded from washing, and her rubber shoes had patches, but they were very clean. It was clear that she took this meeting very seriously and was also very nervous. When she called Zhou Hong "Uncle," she lowered her head and dared not look up.

Zhou Hong chuckled: "100 a month seems like too little. Isn't that enough to buy two new outfits?"

Fang Ting quickly whispered from the side, "She didn't dare tell her family that the subsidy was 100 yuan a month, she said it was 50 yuan, and then she gave most of it to her family. She secretly saved the rest, saying she wanted to use it for college."

Mao Xiaohui's face was already deathly pale, and her eyes were red as she looked at the patched rubber shoes.

She felt that her uncle disliked her clothes and that they made him lose face.

In her heart, her uncle and Sister Fang Ting were great people, her benefactors, and the people she respected most.

"Xiao Hui, your Uncle Hong likes to joke. You'll understand once you get to know him. Come and sit down. Uncle Hong ordered a lot of meat dishes, thinking you'll like them." Fang Ting glared at Zhou Hong helplessly.

"No, I mean, now that you're in high school, it seems we need to raise the bar. Xiaohui, money doesn't matter. Getting into a 985 or 211 university won't be a problem. Your Aunt Fang and I aren't pitying you or anything. Your academic ability is much better than mine. I envy you more than anything. I just took the college entrance exam and only scored a little over 200 points."

"Huh?" Mao Xiaohui's head was buzzing, and she looked at the benefactor in front of her with disbelief.

Zhou Hong sighed helplessly, "Look, you're even looking down on me!"

"No, I didn't..." Mao Xiaohui shook her head repeatedly in fright, then secretly looked at the tall and handsome uncle, who didn't seem so scary anymore.

Fang Ting looked at Zhou Hong in astonishment: "You really just took the college entrance exam?"

"Yes, the most important thing when I returned to China was to prepare for the college entrance examination, but I didn't expect to get involved in some projects by chance."

Fang Ting sighed helplessly, "You should have said so earlier. I could have tutored you online beforehand. We've known each other for over three months. If you had studied hard for more than two months, you wouldn't still be scoring over 200 points. It's hard to go from 601 to 602, but it's quite easy to go from 200 to 300."

Fang Ting was very serious, which made Zhou Hong even more depressed. In order to give Mao Xiaohui confidence, he couldn't say that he could probably score over 400 points because his foreign language score had improved and his mind had become sharper. Of course, in front of Fang Ting, scoring over 400 points was nothing to be proud of.

Fang Ting added, "By the way, Xiao Hui always calls me 'sister,' not 'Aunt Fang,' so don't make me sound old."

Zhou Hong nodded: "Okay, then from now on you'll be on the same generation as Xiao Hui, call me Uncle."

"Dream on, you're just a little kid!"

Zhou Hong looked at her speechlessly, thinking to himself, "Then why did you ask Xiao Hui to call me 'uncle'?" But discussing age and seniority with a woman, no matter what kind of personality she has or how rational she is, is just asking for trouble.

Just then, the waiter brought out the dishes, and Zhou Hong quickly changed the subject, "Oh, the stir-fried pork kidneys are the first dish served. Xiao Hui, this dish is fragrant but not greasy, come and try it."

The waiter quickly brought over a few more cans of Coke. Fang Ting said, "Why are you drinking this? Would you like some juice or something?"

Xiao Hui stared at the Coca-Cola can, her eyes sparkling with a strange light.

After all, given the current era, Xiaohui's age, and her impoverished family in a remote mountainous area, she had long heard of the magical Coca-Cola. It would be good if she could try it and see what it tasted like.

"Kids definitely like drinking soda, and cola is pretty good in soda."

Fang Ting noticed Xiao Hui staring at the can, almost biting her fingers, and nodded: "Okay, you can drink it."

"Hmm..." Xiao Hui felt like she had been granted a pardon. She quickly grabbed a can, opened it with a bang, and took a sip without waiting. Immediately, a satisfied expression appeared on her face.

Zhou Hong laughed and said, "Why does it feel like we're a family of three? You're the strict mother, and I'm the loving father..."

At this moment, Xiao Hui opened two cans and handed them to Zhou Hong and Fang Ting respectively.

Fang Ting's expression turned serious. She took the cola and said, "Xiao Hui, eat more."

Zhou Hong ran into a snag, scratched his head, and wondered how he had ended up seeing her. Perhaps it was because he had been thinking about what he was doing since arriving in the Northwest, and in a good mood, he had inexplicably become glib and had forgotten her personality.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward, but as dish after dish was served, Fang Ting asked in surprise, "How much food did you order?"

"Nine dishes and a soup, that's perfect!" Zhou Hong looked at Fang Ting. "Don't tell me you're planning to be a nanny, nagging about how wasteful it is, how many children it can help or something?"

Fang Ting pouted, "I'm not as old-fashioned as you think. To be honest, you could do a lot of things for the kids just by stepping on the gas pedal."

Zhou Hong sighed and looked at Mao Xiaohui: "Xiaohui, did you see that? Your aunt... no, your sister, what do you call this? This is objectifying you, treating each of you as a unit of currency. This is definitely objectifying you, isn't it? This is not how people should interact."

Mao Xiaohui lowered her head and drank her cola, not daring to join the battle between the two masters, but the restraint and inferiority in her heart gradually faded.

"This beef and tomato dish is a bit firm; it's not beef brisket, but if you eat a few more pieces, it's more nutritious than pork." Zhou Hong slightly turned the table around.

"Thank you, Uncle!" Mao Xiaohui looked up and smiled. It had been a very long time since she had smiled so sincerely.

"Is Xiaohui in the top 100 list?" Zhou Hong suddenly asked Fang Ting.

Fang Ting nodded. "Yes, when are you going back to Donghai?"

"Xiao Hui has finished her high school entrance exam. Things should be settled here by then, and I'll head back... Oh, why are you looking at me? By then, things here should be settled, and you and the team can just wrap things up."

Fang Ting nodded: "I hope it goes as smoothly as you said."

……

That evening, in the same private room, were Director Feng, Director Qian, Zhou Hong, and Fang Ting again.

This time was different from the last; the two sides were much more familiar with each other, and the conversation was much more casual.

After a few rounds of drinks, Director Feng received a phone call and laughed, "Oh dear, Lao Ma just got back from out of town and hasn't had a hot meal yet. Should I call him over?" He added, "It's Ma Jianguo, the director of the Commerce Bureau. He's been running around doing investment promotion work. He's worked so hard."

Fang Ting glanced at Zhou Hong, who smiled slightly and said, "Please come in, I'd like to make more friends too."

A few minutes later, the tall Director Ma walked in. He had gray hair and looked to be in his early fifties.

Once at the table, the new friends naturally exchanged pleasantries and toasted each other.

At the height of the lively atmosphere, Director Feng smiled and said to Zhou Hong:

"Mr. Hong, personally speaking, I think your registration of a charitable foundation locally is a great thing for Anxia, ​​a great act of kindness. As the first private charitable foundation in the Ankang area, it is of great significance. I very much hope and welcome the Hongye Charitable Foundation to Anxia. I have already reported this to the relevant leaders. However, since this is a new thing, no one can make a decision on their own. It should be discussed at the Standing Committee meeting. Personally, I think there is a high chance that it will be successful."

"If it really works out, I want to thank Director Feng properly!" Zhou Hong said sincerely.

"Haha, don't say that, it's like we have something going on!" Director Feng laughed.

Zhou Hongdao said, "I mean, I'll definitely test your drinking capacity then. I'll drink with you until you throw up. Isn't that enough sincerity?"

Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious.

Just then, Director Ma sighed deeply: "Old Feng, you've got so much good news here, with Chairman Hong moving in, but here, nothing's come of it..." He shook his head: "How many pairs of leather shoes have I worn out running around like this?"

Director Feng sighed, "Still no one to take over?" He turned to Zhou Hong and said, "The county has actually offered very favorable terms for our department store, but there's one condition: the only requirement is to arrange for the relocation of the original hundred or so employees of the building."

Zhou Hong didn't wait for them to delve any deeper, to try to steer the conversation or set a trap, or to hint that he wouldn't take over, fearing that the foundation wouldn't be able to register.

At this moment, she smiled slightly and said, "I visited that building this morning, and it was quite nice."

Director Feng and Director Ma exchanged a glance, both feeling somewhat embarrassed, realizing that the other party had already investigated the matter.

Director Qian curled his lip, "Chairman Hong is young, but he's not stupid. See, I've stopped you from speaking, so you can't continue."

Zhou Hong added, "I'm actually looking for a suitable opportunity to talk to the leaders of your county to see if they can sell the building to me. It's a nice commercial building, and it's a bit of a shame to see it go to waste."

what?

Director Feng, Director Ma, and Director Qian all looked up and stared blankly at Zhou Hong.

Fang Ting, on the other hand, got used to it and gradually grew accustomed to this guy's style. This guy really didn't treat money like money, and his thinking was never something anyone could guess.

At this moment, Zhou Hong was secretly thinking to himself, "System, oh System, I'm about to start fleecing you again."

"Actually, I have a big plan." Zhou Hong put down his wine glass, attracting everyone's attention.

"I plan to invest in Anxia and build an airport."

The private room was completely silent; you could hear someone breathing.

Even Fang Ting looked at Zhou Hong in surprise, thinking, "You're getting more and more insane!"

"Also, I want to investigate whether tigers still exist in our mountainous areas. If they do, well, our forest area accounts for 70% of the county, right? I'd like to invest in building a wildlife reserve."

"The combination of these two projects can create something amazing, and the domestic tourism market will become increasingly hot."

"Of course, just a wildlife sanctuary is far from enough. We need to develop more tourism projects. I've discovered that our area has exceptionally beautiful scenery, a rich history and culture, and many folk tales about our battles with the Western Regions. These can all be used to develop tourism projects. We could build an ancient city in the Northwest and connect it with places like Loulan. The only problem is the transportation is too inconvenient. So, if we had a regional airport that could accommodate medium-sized aircraft, we'd be set!"

In his heart, Zhou Hong thought that it would never be worse than before, and since it was a unified contract, even if it resulted in losses, it would be good if it could boost the county's economy even a little bit.

Let's start with airports that can only accommodate medium-sized aircraft, otherwise I'm afraid it will scare you.

Moreover, realistically speaking, how many of today's super-rich people own private helicopters? It was only at the beginning of this year that they were granted permission to fly across regions.

As for jet aircraft, there are only rumors that one big shot owns one, and the airports do not yet have FBOs, which are fixed base operators that provide services for private jets.

Not to mention that private planes must obtain approval from the Air Force to fly domestically.

Therefore, the very fact that one's private jet can take off and land domestically is a problem in itself.

However, these practical problems do not affect the system logic.

Real-world problems can be addressed gradually; as long as the system can cover the costs when success is achieved, that's fine.

While Zhou Hong was lost in thought, the private room was completely silent. Zhou Hong's idea of ​​building an airport and creating a wildlife park equivalent to half a county was far beyond what Director Feng and Director Ma could accept.

The two were on the verge of tears but had no tears left to shed.

Heaven bears witness, they originally just wanted to randomly assign a two-story department store to this second-generation tycoon with foreign investment background.

How did we end up talking about such a grand narrative as building an airport?

Zhou Hong coughed and said, "Of course, I was only talking about the long-term vision, the future goal. Right now, we should first register the charity foundation. But I want to make it clear beforehand that I bought the department store to serve the airport I plan to build in the future. It can serve as a transit point for FBO supplies. Otherwise, wouldn't buying it be a waste of money?"

Director Feng and Director Ma were both a little confused. "You know you're going to lose money? Then why did you buy it? Do you really think you can build an airport here?"

Especially "buying"?

Are you still prepared to open your wallet? The department store is insolvent. From the day you took over, it's no longer state-owned property, and the government will no longer be involved. The banks will start pressuring you to repay your debts!

Fang Ting was getting a little anxious. She knew he didn't value money, but he shouldn't be taken for a fool. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Chairman Hong, you should have a team of actuaries, right?"

Director Ma and Director Feng both thought of the same phrase: "girls are outgoing."

Director Qian had already been living in Bengbu for some time, and he felt that this young, mysterious tycoon was sometimes incredibly shrewd and sometimes like a fool, making him truly difficult to fathom.

Zhou Hong glanced at Fang Ting and smiled slightly: "They don't need to come all this way for such a small transaction. I can just take a quick look at the department store's accounts."

Fang Ting was speechless, but seeing the gazes of her two uncles who were bureau chiefs, she couldn't say anything more and could only remind them privately after the banquet was over.